Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.